Wandering days are the happiest, happiest, and easiest time in life. This is Professor Hu's affectionate summary in the college dumb professional class many years later.

After going out on May 11, after Yicheng, one after another, in the five or six counties under the Lin'an Prefecture, the city and countryside wandered around for more than two months.

Trained the wandering little mute and marched into the big city of Lin'an.

It was a very hot August, although it was already autumn, but the sultry day still made the little mute sweat early in the morning.

Arrived at the center of the city's Golden Bird Mountain, where the area is located in the capital of the city.

The main soul of the story in the middle of the story is still Brother Cui, and this is still the soul Brother Cui on duty.

Today, Brother Cui is different from the past, he is tanned and jet black, his whole body is skinned, and his whole body has grown taller, with a 1.5-meter appearance. Eating 100 family meals, drinking 100 family water, and staying under 100 family houses, you will also grow taller, which is really a bit magical.

What's even more amazing is that the wandering mute has a big follower called a mosquito, this mosquito is an outcast, how to collect it, or when the boss was on duty in the dumb county last month, the specific details will be expressed later.

The mosquito's expression is relatively cold, he has his own miserable childhood, he has seen his relatives beaten and scolded, he doesn't want to remember and don't want to say, let's not write.

It's just that this is more than a little mute, and he has a fan, about fifteen years old, and he travels far away with the little master's dumb.

The big city of Lin'an is so magnificent, and even the mosquitoes that rarely go to the county seat are naturally pleasantly surprised, looking left and right. He carried a grey cloth bag on his shoulder and a delicate rattan suitcase.

The little master is dumb and naturally shakes his hands empty-handed, although he does not have his backhand, walking on the Great Lin'an Highway, he still has a little bit of a young handsome. Changing the habit of taking small roads and taking shortcuts, he walked step by step along the huge, long dragon Jinniu Mountain Avenue.

In my previous life, Brother Cui, I heard my friends say many times that this logistics city with a population of 10 million people is finally here today. It's just that I don't have the surname Cui anymore, I call me dumb brother.

It wasn't until sunset in the western mountains, almost in the dark shadows, that I walked outside the city, a big market town called Luo Village. I heard that there was a young general Luo Cheng here, or Luo Cheng fought here, and I didn't figure it out, but at dinner, I heard a few words in the shop where I drank mutton soup.

Today seems to be from the north to the south, let's go from the south to the west tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow from the west to the north, this Lin'an City will understand an approximate model.

Overnight at Luocunkou, in a big cement sewer pipe.

It's too hot! I wanted to find a big Wanghe reservoir to take a bath, but I couldn't find it. It wasn't until it was a little cooler in the middle of the night that I re-drilled into the pipe.

In these two months, the little mute has learned a lot.

For example, it is best to stay under the bridge at night, but there are many mosquitoes and stinks in hot weather, after all, before he was reborn and crossed, he was a frequent visitor to a four- or five-star hotel, and he still can't forget the problem of being poor.

It is customary for him to drill first, and mosquitoes to drill later to guard the hole.

The mosquito got to know him, and this mute little master decided that the security guard was none other than him. It's not to guard against bad guys, or to prepare for a fight, and the protector defends it with his life. Even if it is a mouse or a kitten or something, the visitor who drills a hole into the pipe must pass his pass first.

The two-person trip with a lot of experience has been in the east, west, north and south of Lin'an Capital, and has learned a lot and seen a lot. At least there are many differences between the people here and their own Liu Zhuangzi Daji, and there are many differences in the tone of their voices, such as drinking a lot of wine, and what people are talking about is drinking.

There are also not very pleasant ones, it is the brothers here who toast, and it is the third brother who salutes and respects the third brother.

Say that the eldest brother is good, the second brother is bad, and the third brother is a good person.

Regardless of how old he is, he will call the third brother first at the wine table, and everyone will be happy.

Brother Dumb Cui knows that there is a county magistrate in front, and I am in the back, and there is still a Hu Wu when I am younger!

How old the fuck am I? The second is a bad person.

With a long sigh, ignore his shit, don't think about it so much.

Until August 18th, this festive and auspicious day, the Langxing duo was brilliant and brave.

At the gate of a compound with a high wall and a deep door, I met a strong man with a stick, chasing and beating a sixty-year-old man.

The old man ran dozens of steps, his head was full of blood, blood was whirring, his beard was not long, and he was beginning to turn white, and he was covered with blood.

The old man fell beside the little mute, and the mosquito jumped to his feet to dodge.

The strong man chasing the soldiers behind, seeing the old man falling, hehe, he lifted it very vigorously, and the one-meter-long wooden stick fell down?

The old man is in danger.

Maybe it's the old man's bloody and blurred face that reminds Brother Dumb Cui of something?

When the guards were smashing down the wooden sticks, they swallowed their anger, walked hundreds of miles, crossed hundreds of villages and entered hundreds of shops, and the mute who did not cause trouble angrily shouted "Bluff?"